Chapter 2-Elliott

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-I've been following her for nearly two weeks now and I noticed something.
-Continue.
-She is healing. Fast.
-That's great news.
-Maybe a little too fast.
-What do you man Elliott?
-I mean that we might have been too slow.
Rhys frowned but I continued.
-I think Naomi might have been faster.
-I want to talk to Noah.
-I think he is out of to...
-I want to talk to Noah. -Rhys repeated this time slower.
-I'll get him.
With that, I walked out of the room escaping a most probably raging Rhys. I reached for my phone to realize that it wasn't in my pocket. Fuck. I must've dropped it. Otherwise, I had bigger things to worry about than a phone. Like the bitten girl. If Naomi was faster than we're screwed. To be honest she was always faster. Always smarter. Always better. This was different, we need that girl and we'll get her. We won't lose now. We're too close to.

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